Mum is sunbathing, reading
Itby Stephen King.
I watched the TV movie from the nineties
years ago
with Trevor.
He told me I was brave
because I wasn’t afraid
of any of the movies he showed me.
InItthere’s an evil clown
called Pennywise, who makes
children see their worst fear.
I lie back on the sand
and look up to the sky
and can no longer see the outlines
of Mum, Anna, or Daisy,
and I realize with all the knowing in the world
that my worst fear is
to be without my family
—that includes Daisy.
I crawl unnoticed behind
Mum’s sunbed and whisper
a line from the movie in her ear:
“We all float down here.”
Mum screams, then laughs
and hits me with her book.
Anna laughs, too, adding
another keep to our castle.
Mum brings me a magazine
from the beach shop:
a gay lifestyle magazine calledAttitude,